Biografía:
Philip David Ochs (El Paso, Texas, 19 de diciembre de 1940 - 9 de abril de 1976), fue un cantante estadounidense de música folk, emblema de los años setenta, famoso por su estilo irónico y su voz rasgada. Fue uno de los compositores más influyentes de la generación "hippie", sus letras en oposición a la Guerra de Vietnam y sus constantes críticas a los organismos del estado norteamericano. Entre sus obras más reconocidas se encuentra el himno pacifista "I ain´t marchin anymore", que denuncia lo irracional de la Guerra de Vietnam.
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Otras canciones:
- A Toast To Those Who Are Gone
- A Year To Go By
- Another Age
- Another Country
- Automation Song
- Ballad Of Oxford
- Ballad Of William Worthy
- Bound For Glory
- Bracero
- Celia
- Changes
- Chords Of Fame
- Cops Of The World
- Cross My Heart
- Crucifixion
- Davey Moore
- Days Of Decision
- Doesnt Lenny Live Here Anymore
- Draft Dodger Rag
- Flower Lady
- Going Down To Mississippi
- Half A Century High
- Hands
- Heres To The State Of Mississippi
- Heres To The State Of Richard Nixon
- I Aint Marching Anymore
- I Shoulda Known Better
- Im Going To Say It Now
- Im Gonna Say It Now
- Im Tired
- In The Heat Of The Summer
- Is There Anybody Here
- Joe Hill
- Knock On The Door
- Links On The Chain
- Love Me Im A Liberal
- Maintaining Law And Order
- No More Songs
- One Way Ticket Home
- Outside Of A Small Circle Of Friends
- Passing Of My Life
- Pleasures Of The Harbor
- Power And The Glory
- Pretty Smart On My Part
- Rehersal For Retirement
- Remember Me
- Ringing Of Revolution
- Scorpion Departs But Never Returns
- Small Circle
- Song Of A Soldier
- Spaceman
- Spanish Civil War Song
- Street Soldier
- Ten Cents A Coup
- Thats The Way Its Gonna Be
- Thats What I Want To Hear
- The Bells
- The Cannons Of Christianity
- The Confession
- The Doll House
- The Highwayman
- The Passing Of My Life
- The Thresher
- The Trial
- The War Is Over
- There But For Fortune
- This Old World Is Changing Hands
- Too Many Martyrs
- Watch The Waterfall
- What Are You Fighting For
- Whats That I Hear
- When Im Gone
- When In Rome
- Where Were You In Chicago
- White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land
- William Butler Yeats Visits Lincoln Park And Escapes Unscathed
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse 1]
Am Dm G Am
I'll sing you a song about a southern town where the devil had his rule
Am Dm G Am
When marshalls faced an angry mob to send one man to school
Am G
His name was Jimmy Meredith
Am G
the tide he helped to turn
Am G
For he chose to stay on that terrible day
Am G Am
The land was soon to learn
[Chorus]
Am Dm
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
G C
Yellow dirt on their clothes
Am G
What they thought they were doing,
F E
Only god and the devil knows
Am Dm
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
G C
Shot from their souls like a gun
Am G
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
F E Am
They screamed, "see what you have done!"
[Verse 2]
Am Dm G Am
The governor made a promise he would keep the trouble down
Am Dm G Am
But when the mob got ugly no troopers could be found
Am G
And men were filled with hate and fear,
Am G
They screamed into the night
Am G
The rebel flag waved in the air
Am G Am
The symbol of state's rights
[Chorus]
Am Dm
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
G C
Yellow dirt on their clothes
Am G
What they thought they were doing,
F E
Only god and the devil knows
Am Dm
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
G C
Shot from their souls like a gun
Am G
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
F E Am
They screamed, "see what you have done!"
[Verse 3]
Am Dm G Am
Gas was fired into the mob after each attack
Am Dm G Am
And though the gas was running low, they never fired back
Am G
And when the smoke had cleared away
Am G
And the fury felt its pain
Am G
Two men were dead and a hundred bled
Am G Am
The south had risen again
[Verse 4]
Am Dm G Am
So listen Mr Barnet, and Mr Walker, too
Am Dm G Am
The times are changing mighty fast, they'll roll right over you
Am G
But someday you'll head for the south,
Am G
to the southern tip of hell
Am G
And it's hot down there, white-hot down there
Am G Am
Let's hear your rebel yell!
[Chorus]
Am Dm
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
G C
Yellow dirt on their clothes
Am G
What they thought they were doing,
F E
Only god and the devil knows
Am Dm
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
G C
Shot from their souls like a gun
Am G
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
F E Am
They screamed, "see what you have done!"
Am Dm G Am
I'll sing you a song about a southern town where the devil had his rule
Am Dm G Am
When marshalls faced an angry mob to send one man to school
Am G
His name was Jimmy Meredith
Am G
the tide he helped to turn
Am G
For he chose to stay on that terrible day
Am G Am
The land was soon to learn
[Chorus]
Am Dm
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
G C
Yellow dirt on their clothes
Am G
What they thought they were doing,
F E
Only god and the devil knows
Am Dm
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
G C
Shot from their souls like a gun
Am G
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
F E Am
They screamed, "see what you have done!"
[Verse 2]
Am Dm G Am
The governor made a promise he would keep the trouble down
Am Dm G Am
But when the mob got ugly no troopers could be found
Am G
And men were filled with hate and fear,
Am G
They screamed into the night
Am G
The rebel flag waved in the air
Am G Am
The symbol of state's rights
[Chorus]
Am Dm
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
G C
Yellow dirt on their clothes
Am G
What they thought they were doing,
F E
Only god and the devil knows
Am Dm
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
G C
Shot from their souls like a gun
Am G
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
F E Am
They screamed, "see what you have done!"
[Verse 3]
Am Dm G Am
Gas was fired into the mob after each attack
Am Dm G Am
And though the gas was running low, they never fired back
Am G
And when the smoke had cleared away
Am G
And the fury felt its pain
Am G
Two men were dead and a hundred bled
Am G Am
The south had risen again
[Verse 4]
Am Dm G Am
So listen Mr Barnet, and Mr Walker, too
Am Dm G Am
The times are changing mighty fast, they'll roll right over you
Am G
But someday you'll head for the south,
Am G
to the southern tip of hell
Am G
And it's hot down there, white-hot down there
Am G Am
Let's hear your rebel yell!
[Chorus]
Am Dm
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
G C
Yellow dirt on their clothes
Am G
What they thought they were doing,
F E
Only god and the devil knows
Am Dm
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
G C
Shot from their souls like a gun
Am G
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
F E Am
They screamed, "see what you have done!"
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